As it grew late, by the time Wen He settled down with Qin Yan at a certain beer house, it was almost eight o'clock.
Wen He probably wasn't in a great mood and seemed like she wanted to drown her sorrows in alcohol. She boldly ordered two 3-liter kegs of draft beer right off the bat.
Qin Yan: "..."
Neither of them had eaten dinner, so Wen He ordered some food. While she was ordering, Qin Yan's phone rang, and he turned to answer: "Hello..."
"Hello, my foot!" roared Qin Mu angrily. "Qin Yan, explain yourself! I was just a little late! How dare you stand me up??"
"..." Qin Yan helplessly looked over at Wen He, who was still ordering, and wiped his face. "I had something come up last minute."
"Bullshit!" Qin Mu cursed. "You decide what's more important—the sister you love or your so-called 'important things'!"
Qin Yan, without hesitation: "My 'important things'."
Qin Mu: "........."
"I can't get away right now. Just call some friends and have dinner on me," Qin Yan compromised.
